“Appreciation is the highest form of prayer, for it acknowledges the presence of good wherever you shine the light of your thankful thoughts.” Said by Alan Cohen

It was a search throughout these times, like we all search… I count myself one of the luckiest person cause I found more than I’ve searched… friends… I’ve never seen, never met, even never know from where they are… but they’ve shown me the spark on my eyes that reflects on their eyes…

Today I’m wordless after so many days… cause these whole appreciations, loves, supports and believing made me responsible and heavy. I don’t exactly know what should be the best way to thank them… my heart melts every time I read their appreciating and encouraging words…

I’m putting all the best comments of my blog in this post… I know it’s not enough to thank them…but I believe it won’t be enough ever to thank them…

Friends please don’t think of the order… cause I didn’t follow any best-better order… its each and every word that is gold for me…. Thank you for your love…

Your blog is a great ambassador for AF, France and creativity. Don’t think I have encountered content quite like this before. Very interesting and innovative. Must admit I had never heard of AF, but they sound like they are worth knowing about – are they a sort of French version of the Goethe institute?

Hello “sami”. I have to say, I wasn’t sure what to think when I saw your homepage. But I’m astounded by your attention to detail, and the personal quotes you added. They gave the piece substance, made it human. I felt as though I was reading the whole thing through you.

If more people had your passion and eloquence, I believe that learning would be the wonderful, exciting experience that it should be.

2010/04/05 at 12:35am

“My name is ‘me’” is one of the most insightful yet enigmatic poems I’ve read in quite a long time. It evokes a feeling of shadowy uncertainty, as though you alone exist in a world that normal people couldn’t possibly fathom, a sort of ‘living’ darkness that only your vision can pierce, though you’ve yet to discover how.

I’m glad you commented, or I never would’ve seen this. Your words have redefined ‘ethereal’ for me. You have truly brightened my day. My name is Travis, and I thank you Sami.

Hmmm… Fragrance by luck is not separated as we are by boundaries, names & customs. Your text again proves as to how like minded are people who are humble and countries. Borders indeed cannot change humility. Sincerely appreciate expressions scripted all over.

Bless you with all the eternal power to move ahead each moment in Life with humble approach and inspire humility to become a religion by default.

it’s a brilliant article and i encourage your frankness and your honesty.you are so realistic and maybe this is the way for true love,no unfulfilled promises,this is loyalty as i think.

fahim

fahim9mm@gmail.com

2010/03/21 at 3:30am

Post: About & Around

U expressed alliance from the bottom of ur heart and that is great. Great feelings (emotions included). U know people nowadays doesn’t really think or feel about something they do but you do. Thats creative. One day these patience and creativity will take u up to a extent where everyone will unable to be. Only u would be there. Best of very good luck.

What you are making here is a rare, beautiful thing. You could not do that if you were not that in yourself. Trust your heart, always, for it will not lead you astray. You have a true gift, a rare one. Nurture it, love it. Live it fully in all the joy and challenge it brings you. Make the world beautiful with the beauty inside you.

thank you, sami.

Robert again, In a reply of my comment:

smiling…oh yes you exist, sami. More than just ‘exist’. Far more. Be who you are, who you truly are, knowing that you will constantly be in a state of ‘becoming’. Live that becoming.

Not sure I can surpass these comments, Sami. The sentiment and spirit of your writing is very striking. There’s a mysticism about it, too, like an early Van Morrison record. It’s a real gift.

benjamin

benjamincarrouer@hotmail.fr

2010/04/07 at 1:57am

Post: Adrien Passelande, A French Teaching Artist

I am very impressed by your blog.

You are very lucky to have a teacher like him because in deed he’s a wonderfull and colourfull person. Try to learn the maximum you can with him and you can be sure he will do the maximumum for you because he is just honest, patient and sensitive.

I am just one of his french friends (Ben from Blain) just say him hello from me.

I wanted to first off say thanks for commenting on my writing; I really appreciate your positive feedback. More importantly, I was strongly compelled to tell you that I was deeply moved by what you had to say about life and your experiences with “Alliance Francaise.” I’m kind of intrigued about everything you’ve got going on with this blog-in a great way. Thanks again for inviting me to read it.

Seriously beautiful line by the way: “And at the end of the day our shadow becomes taller than our soul”

don’t know how you linked into my Blog, but glad you did. I’m still a little thick-headed with cold, thus my last blog entry was cobbled together a little. However, thank you for your kind comments.

I decided to check out your blog and glad I did. I’ve subscribed on the strength of the one article I’ve read.

I’d like to read your blog a little more thoroughly when the cold dies completely. However, I feel I can tell that you have a real love of English; a good feel for it. I am looking forward to reading more,

Thank you for visiting my blog and thank you for taking me on a journey throught such a magnificent place. I can see how easy it would be to get lost in imagination. I too love libraries and wish I had access to those that offer such beauty.

First of all thank you for writing in and appreciating my posts. I notice that, like me you too write almost everyday and I do appreciate the effort taken by you, particularly in choosing the appropriate pictures to complement what you write.

You got fantastic tastes and I surely hope you can travel and visit the wonderful places that you refer to in yor writing, particularly in France since you so passionate about it.

As someone in a very different chapter of life yet always seeking and sharing the journey with others, I’ve enjoyed wandering around on your blog. You are a seeker and obviously quite intelligent and mature. While perfume is not one of my interests, photography is. So is poetry. Your exploration of the world of fragrance is poetic. Your photos show imagination and spark.

Thank you for the comment. This library looks like a truly amazing place to study, read or write. I personally love libraries and art. I’m a thinking person so I love to think especially in quiet places. Art with library what a great combination, I’d probably stay in that library for a long time. I’m assuming you’re from France, that’s pretty cool. France is one of the places I really want to travel to. I guess i’ll be browsing through your blog more often.

hey i checked out the my name is me page and it is delightful. I wish that I could use words in such a way. The way you write is truly an art and I will be back to read more, much more.

Hathor

toxic_hathor@hotmail.com

2010/04/02 at 9:49pm

Post: Dune,feeling of intrigue, sophistication and sensuality…

My mother used to own Dune and she kept for such a long time (about…7-8 years), that it got really concentrated and just running the mouth of the bottle, where the spray comes out, on the skin, leaves a prominent scent.

Nice blog…I can see you’re passionate about fragrances. Keep up the wonderful job.

Hey, I was wondering if you’re interested in writing for my college’s online magazine, called Scientific Mentality. Yesterday, it was the second issue’s release, and the magazine promises to be a really blooming one.

I was looking for….

Blogroll

Touch lines…

"Our mother earth has different languages to talk with the each and every entity of her children…"

"It was looking like a craft that I went closer then got it!!"

"Alliance Française gifted her children such belief to make things look like this"

"Alliance covered me with her warm and soft fairy-wings… Eternal"

"Got a little bit of understanding from that 3 second incident… This life is something that we persuade… we carry out to forward… so whatever we are or whoever… the peace is always with us, just we need to knock it out…"

You may think … I’m one of those crazy people who boldly dream about utopia… Yes I’m!! At least I can fabricate utopia at my home… but I believe all of us can… at our home… There’s a big gap between good and bad… but the line between love and hate is thin… very thin to cross… cause it’s a human soul we are carrying inside…
Fragrance… wraps us with prudence that pierces through our nose and flows direct to our heart. Without any falter our eyes get closed, heart get blown and takes somewhere in heaven. This, not only gives us the sagacity of imagination but also the traditions and customs of our ancient fathers…
Those waters weren’t bothering me, they were poking bellow my jeans but I was really enjoying their babblings. The roads were wet and started to reflect uncountable lights over them as if they are really happy to be kissed by the clouds after long days of winters
I don’t look to the mirror to recognize myself… but always I look to my shadow that shows the length of my soul… it shows me the way of my destiny like a compass directs where the ship need to drive…
And at the end of the day our Shadow becomes taller than our soul
Now, I don’t look to the sky as its thundering, just put a smile on my face as was I walking down the road, cause I know somehow the sweetest drop of rain is gonna kiss on my lips anyway, now I can smell the rain and I smile in rain…
Yes, it’s possible to explore the world by sitting a four walled room… only if we believe those walls can’t bind our souls.
& I won’t say it’s a little world… cause it’s a new world everyday… with new colors… new ways to walk… new taste… with old friends…
Alliance Française, she consigned me a sip of honey of French culture that I became wild to drink the whole bottle.
Sourire, Smile, The Best French word
It was a sea of colors where the lights were moving such way as if someone scratching quickly over a paper.
It was looking like the web of spider where each and every line is connected somehow…
This is what I love about Alliance Française…
Whatever you want something to her she always gives you more than you need…
If we know French or while knowing we fall in love with French that doesn’t mean we are becoming French… All we are becoming is a Lover who knows how to love others. It connects heart to heart, bones to bones.

a teacher is not that person who teaches us the daily lessons; a teacher is someone who puts a mirror in front of us and guides to find our own that was ever sleeping inside us.
because we got the belief that how badly we fall he’s always there to pull us and give the power to walk…
The legendary song form the English rock band The Beatles… Yesterday….
Such a wonderful and touchy part of life that always walks with us… it’s something where we never can get back but somewhere we always want to belong… or its a smile that you put yourself by tasting those memories and feeling like stupid when people laugh out that you are smiling without any reason… Yesterday…
The dust I’m carrying on my shoes, It can be some filth of those dust laid on the floor of 1991, who knows? Who cares? I care… I care to think like that… & I feel fantacized to think like that…
the best time to wear Diorella is when a woman wants…

Grasse's main attraction is the Cathedral, dedicated to Notre Dame du Puy and founded in the 11th century.
It is their attempt to make perfume out of manure."
~ Jade Moore

Jingle, a moral friend of mine I’ve never seen… Someone who keeps mystery to us about his/her gender… someone who writes breathing poems from somewhere of United States… someone who likes adventures, humors, and surprises…. And someone who likes to make realize his/her friends that how special they are…

Christian Dior Dune also contains the aromas of sweet and delicious peonies that will remind you of the joy and happiness of strolling along a pristine white sand beach along.
“There’s a secret connection of Diorella with the woman’s heart.” Wow…

Heart to eyes and eyes to heart...
every time Life gives us hope and that is the true happiness,

About me

"wondering and wonderings,
what place to rest the search??
The mighty jargon of heart,
Holds the heavens from the earth”

Supports…

Almighty Allah who is doing this whole thing through my hand...
Alliance Française de Dhaka